[Compiere-cvslog] Such a renunciation could not be made;
he did not even know that

Round behind the Countess of Hainault, when the Duke of Bedford came up
with a frown of consternation on his always anxious face, and drawing
King James into a window, said, 'What have you been doing to him?'--to
which James, without hearing the question, replied, 'Where is _she_?'
'Joan? At home. It was the Queen's will. Of that another time. But what
means this?' and he signed towards his brother. 'Never saw I man so
changed.' 'Had you seen him at Christmas you might have said so,'
replied James; 'but now I see naught amiss; I had been thinking I had
never seen him so fair and comely.' 'I tell you, James,' said Bedford,
contracting his brows till they almost met ever his arched nose, 'I tell
you, his look brings back to me my mother's, the last time she greeted
my father!' 'To your fantasy, not your memory, John! You were a mere
babe at her death.' 'Of five years,' said Bedford. 'That face--that
cough--have brought all back--ay, the yearning look when my father was
absent, and the pure rosy fairness that Harry and Tom cited so fiercely
against one who would have told them how sick to death she was. I mind
me too, that when our grandame of Hereford made us motherless children
over to our grandsire of Lancaster, it was with a warning that Harry had
the tender lungs of the Bohuns, and needed care. One deadly sickness he
had at Kenilworth, when my father was ridden for post-haste. My mind
misgave me throughout this weary siege; but his service held me fast at
home, and I trusted that you would watch over him.' 'A man like him is
ill to guide,' said James; 'but he is more himself now than

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Round behind the Countess of Hainault, when the Duke of Bedford came up
with a frown of consternation on his always anxious face, and drawing
King James into a window, said, 'What have you been doing to him?'--to
which James, without hearing the question, replied, 'Where is _she_?'
'Joan? At home. It was the Queen's will. Of that another time. But what
means this?' and he signed towards his brother. 'Never saw I man so
changed.' 'Had you seen him at Christmas you might have said so,'
replied James; 'but now I see naught amiss; I had been thinking I had
never seen him so fair and comely.' 'I tell you, James,' said Bedford,
contracting his brows till they almost met ever his arched nose, 'I tell
you, his look brings back to me my mother's, the last time she greeted
my father!' 'To your fantasy, not your memory, John! You were a mere
babe at her death.' 'Of five years,' said Bedford. 'That face--that
cough--have brought all back--ay, the yearning look when my father was
absent, and the pure rosy fairness that Harry and Tom cited so fiercely
against one who would have told them how sick to death she was. I mind
me too, that when our grandame of Hereford made us motherless children
over to our grandsire of Lancaster, it was with a warning that Harry had
the tender lungs of the Bohuns, and needed care. One deadly sickness he
had at Kenilworth, when my father was ridden for post-haste. My mind
misgave me throughout this weary siege; but his service held me fast at
home, and I trusted that you would watch over him.' 'A man like him is
ill to guide,' said James; 'but he is more himself now than